Chapter 594

In the first place, the holy sword that sucks divine power is itself an unprecedented item, so there is no place to compare it, but the divine power that Este can absorb is by no means small.

Rather, the capacity is so large that it is questionable where on earth such a large amount of divine power can fit. But no matter how much it is, you can’t rub it on your body. The gap is as huge as lakes and mugs.

There is also a limit to transferring the divine power of the absorbed esthetic to my body. But wouldn’t the story be different if it could be connected to the sea? This attempt started from there.

The key element was the purifying (?) function of Esthe, which absorbs divine power and replaces it with Epaga-sama’s divine power.

Although it has not been properly verified yet, Este has the ability to absorb the remnants of dead evil spirits without difficulty and change them into Epaga’s. What I was trying to do this time was to reversely inject that holy power into the source of the holy power that would have flowed endlessly out of control during the runaway of the holy power and let it flow.

[Eh, Mom?]

Este, who noticed the strange thing, said something stupid, but there was no time to pay attention. Right now, I can’t help but take the divine power that Este began to absorb into my body and insert it into the source of the divine power.

[[What the hell are you doing?!]]

The quack, who felt something strange belatedly, used his holy power again and tried to pull out the sword while keeping his distance, but this time it was different. When I contacted the remnants of the evil spirits in the past, I was doing something similar this time by reviving the senses they tried to take over me.

It was impossible to completely control his actions because they were different, but after connecting to the source of divine power and absorbing it, the situation changed rapidly in seconds. It seems that Epa is giving her strength, just as Este reacted.

[[You’re asking what I’m doing!!]]

In the end, the quack, who acted like a mannequin without any major emotional changes, even expressed embarrassment, but I couldn’t afford it, so I couldn’t help but frown rather than enjoy the reaction. .

“Don’t talk to me because it hurts so fucking badly!”

The situation now is like water from a lake rushing through a pipe into the sea. The problem is that it does not flow naturally, but is sucked into the pressure created through external factors, and I am the pipe that must be held firmly to maintain that state.

It was a stupid mistake I made as a child that came to my mind like a kaleidoscope the moment my divine power first passed.

The day I returned home with the results from my practice of making electrical plugs in elementary school, I wondered if the electrical plugs I made really worked.

However, at the time when I was in the lower grade, I did not have any knowledge of professional tools such as voltage checking machines, and the method I chose after suffering from curiosity for a long time was to insert the electric plug into the outlet and put my finger on the end of the wire that was cut. It was a risky move.

Woo-woo-woong that still rang in my ears at the time! The sound is not forgotten. It’s a shame because I was able to remove my finger in surprise, if I tried to check it by squeezing it, I would have died right away.

That was the feeling that divine power gave me. The difference is that I’m in a position where I can’t let go of the quack’s divine power until I run out, and unlike when I was young, I didn’t get sick, but now I’m really fucking sick.

Even with the words that the five organs are overturned, the pain that is hard to express is enough to kill me, but as soon as I can’t hold on to my spirit and control my holy power in this state, I have to mobilize my hands and feet and interrupt even the nasty quackery, so my mouth spontaneously screams. about to come out

Even the loud voice of a quack thumping right in front of your nose is so devastating that you don’t want to hear it twice. There is no torture.

[[Let go of this! Hey, it can’t be like this! No matter how brave he is, he’s just mortal... Phil...]]

This is a nightmare. A very terrible nightmare.

“Huh, uhhh. I don’t like it anymore...”

Despite being a demon who had no connection with dreams all his life, Ingladio thought that from the bottom of his heart and crawled on the floor.

Carl Kansi showed loyalty to run away carrying not only Emmet but also the Demon King’s army, but he was merciless towards the demons. As a result, Senichigua and Ingladio waited on the floor from the moment the statue spewed out divine power, until the moment the floor collapsed and flew away unsightly due to the protruding divine power.

Even Ingladio didn’t know that crazy Richie was preparing something like this with his dead body.

I knew that the information and materials that were the basis of the research came from this place, which used to be a temple, but that’s it. Of course, knowing this fact at the time would not have stopped me from signing the contract, but the situation is completely different now.

“Eh, I have to run away...”

Ingladio would rather bet on the fact that he made a deal with the lich that ‘that’ Eldmia was messing with over the body than the body hidden underground without anyone knowing or a fierce battle over it. I was more afraid of the future. If the other demons had seen it, it would have been absurd, and if Senichigua had known, it would have been unwittingly sympathetic.

To be faithful, Eldmia was worse than the Heretic Inquisitor. In front of such a guy, a situation unfolded in which he gave up his divinity and even his life for the sake of the human race, and the body that died in battle was used as a research material.

I can’t believe it even if I don’t know. I wonder if he signed a contract with that guy to help me, and I might go into a durability test again.

“Mmm, crazy bastard. I should have known when I was sacrificing the city...”

Ingladio didn’t know. The fact that he, as a demon, was cursing the human race for ‘daring’ to study and use his body. Unknowingly, Ingladio, who had been chewing on Vistal while swearing at him as a disrespectful guy, a guy who doesn’t deserve a relationship, etc., felt a sudden collapse when he saw Senichigua, who had passed out and was pinned to the wall. .

Running away, where is the simple word?

The reason why he crawled out of Ten Majeon in the first place was that if he was a madman, he would come to Ten Majeon and send himself to his death no matter what he did. Not only that, but even if it was a fair amount of divine power, there was still a long way before the body, mercilessly exposed to the level of divine power that was trying to temporarily lose control and sanctify the surroundings, could function properly.

Ingladio had no choice. I can only wait for the situation to end, feeling like I am being eaten by the divine power. The moment I shed tears, a disgustingly huge divine power exploded from the underground, and a single flash of light was drawn toward the sky.

There was no noise or explosion, but it was lethal to Ingladio. Ingladio, who was writhing in agony as if his whole body had been pricked by needles, was taken to the sky to find out what had happened while being greatly embarrassed.

And before I could comprehend the situation, I screamed as I saw a frightening flash of light in the sky as the sunset began to set.

“Ughhhhhh!!”

-Kwaaaang!!

This time, the divine power shot to the ground was without fail accompanied by no impact, but the landing of the two figures at the center of the divine power was different. Ingladio, who had been pushed off the floor awkwardly, saw a body sunk head first into the floor, and Eldmia, who was riding in a posture with a sword pierced deep into the body’s forehead.

“Sweet, your aim is a bit off.”

Well, it doesn’t matter anyway.

Looking at Eldmia struggling to stand up while muttering so much, Ingladio lost consciousness.